Cammie POV
I writhed on the ground in pain.
It was too much.
Electricity coursed through my body and the men just laughed.
"She still hasn't screamed yet," the first guy said, but I barely heard him, "maybe we should kick it up." The electricity kicked up at an excruciating level and I screamed. It was high-pitched and almost too unbelievable for me to believe that it came from my mouth.
"There we go," the other guy laughed.
A painful splitting feeling traveled up my throat and the sound disappeared entirely leaving nothing but for me to grab at my throat in shock and burning pain.
I had lost my voice.
"I think she's finally broken," the first man noted and turned the electricity off. My body dropped onto the cold cement ground harshly.
They ripped the tape that held the electrified wires off my arms, stomach, and chest, and left the room quickly.
I tucked my legs into my chin and shook slightly.
My body was still twitching from the increase of electricity they put through me. My head was pounding and my whole body felt as if it was on fire. I didn't know how much longer I could take. Tears ran down my dirty face, leaving streaks that may never be washed off.
"Please hurry Zach," I thought, knowing I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to, "please save me."
Zach POV
"Mrs. Morgan, you have to let me go get her," I begged.
Everyone was packed into Mrs. Morgan's office all sitting on the couches or floors. Joe and I paced back and forward, not coming close to each other.
"I can't Zachary. I can't risk students."
"Grant, Jonas, and I technically aren't students of Gallagher! We could do."
Joe stopped pacing.
"As students of Blackthorne, you cannot go," he said.
I groaned, the frustration piling up inside of me.
"Fine, don't let Grant and Jonas go. Let me go! You can make it look like I ran away. The worse they'll do to the school is add extra security measures." "Zach," Mrs. Morgan sighed, looking so much like Cammie, "I can't let you go and risk your life. I'm saying this not as a headmistress but as a mother."
I slammed my hand down on her desk, making Macey and Liz jump behind me.
"Zachary," Joe warned but I ignored him.
"I would rather risk my life saving the girl I love than die after my mother kills her."
Her eyes welled with tears and she looked away.
I took a shuddering breath.
"Joe?"
He shook his head.
"You're like a son to me Zach; I can't afford to lose you." Tears formed in my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
"What about Cammie? As a mother I know you won't just let her die Mrs. Morgan! I know I wouldn't let my daughter suffer that." Mrs. Morgan started sobbing and I almost felt bad…almost.
"Guys," I turned around to face Grant and Jonas, "please."
Both of them tightened their grip on their girls.
"Macey," I whispered, begging now.
She gave an indecisive look at Bex and Liz who stared back.
They seemed to have a silent conversation.
"We're in," Liz stood up, Jonas' arm dropping from her waist in shock.
"Yeah," Bex stood up, "no one gets left behind."
"That's not your decision," Joe snapped.
"It very well is," Bex snapped back, "Cammie is not only our friend, but our sister. If we just sat here and let her die…none of us would forgive ourselves."
Jonas and Grant stood up, grabbing Bex and Liz's hands.
"We have to go with them. Zach…is our best friend. He saved our butts in seventh grade and now we have to return the favor," Jonas smiled. "Besides," Grant grinned, "I would love to kick some Circle butt."
I turned to Mrs. Morgan and Joe.
"You have to let us go."
The door flew open and Abby and Townsend leaned against the doorframe.
"Not without some back up."
[{Thirty Minutes Later}]
I stood in the girls' room, leaning over Cammie's bed.
Her necklace felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. "I'm so sorry Cam," I whispered and pressed my lips to the necklace. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pink piece of paper.
I pulled my hand away from my mouth and grabbed it.
It was a note with Cammie's less than perfect handwriting.
"Oh Cam," I whispered.
"Zach, I'm sorry for what I have done. I couldn't stand to think that Catherine would hurt anyone else; especially not you. I need you to do three different things.
1: Name her Alivia if I don't make it back.
2: Don't stop living life.
3: Remember that I love you…forever and always.
Love, Cammie."
I let the note fall out of my hand and flutter to the ground.
I dropped to my knees and cried. I've only cried three times in my life. Once when I was born, once when Cammie kicked me in the chin as hard as she could when we were six, and now…when my perfect other half left me a note…saying goodbye.
The door opened and I scrambled to my feet.
Standing in the door way was a red-eyed Liz.
"Zach," she whispered.
I reached out and pulled her into my arms. Liz has been like my little sister since the beginning. She was just as close to Cam as I was. "We'll get her back Lizzie, I promise."
"Don't try to promise anything Zach, promises are impossible to keep with our kind."
I chuckled, sniffed, and then asked "Our kind?"
"The dangerous, killer, always keeping a secret kind."
"Liz," I held her at arm's length, "that's the best kind."